The Da Vinci Code is ficton.
Oh, groogy. Up a little late after watching football last night and I'm sleepy like a fox.
The other night, after my cabbage debacle, I was sitting somewhat grumpily on the sofa with the bigger of the cats and a glass of wine watching...sigh, the Chonicles of Riddick.
I remember wondering just how much money Judi Dench got for appearing in something so terrible,'don't threaten me nercromancer' she said at one point and I sniggered. It was terrible, and I was half thinking of getting off my arse, turning off the lights and going to bed when the phone rang.
I looked at the cat, he looked at me. Neither of us moved. I looked at my watch. It was late for a week night and I wondered if I should answer it or not, but the ringing was annoying and it didn't appear to be stopping. After a while I snatched it up.
One of my country friends I like a lot but don't see very often.
'Hey there girl.'
I carried the phone into the kitchen and poured another glass, she is a talker, this girl.
Anyhoo, she blathered on for a while, giving me the run down of every person who has died and nearly died and all the gossip about people I don't really know and care less about.I told her about Country gay's new hair cut and we both wondered if he is over Cherries. She asked what I had been up to lately and so on.
But after about half an hour she suddenly said, 'The Da Vinci Code is being released in a few weeks, I can't wait.'
'Yeah, should be good.' I said nonchalantly. I was thinking of Tom Hanks and his terrible hair.
'You know,' she said, somewhat breathlessly. 'I believe it.'
'What do you mean?'
'I mean it's probably all true.'
Now, I was sure I heard correctly but I tested the water.
'No it's not, it was proven in court.'
'No it wasn't the court case was over plagerism, Brown's plot was very similiar to The Blood and the Grail.'
'That's not what I heard.'
'Well, it was. I mean for heaven's sake, darling, one of the character's Teabag is an anagram of...'
But you know what? I was totally wasting my breath.
She believes it.She believes Jesus married Mary Magdalene, had babies-who all moved to France (France for ...er Christ's sake) and the church is covering it all up. She said 'what about the painting?'
I said 'Leonardo was a superb painter but he wasn't actually at the last supper, it's not like he took a photo, it is a representation-
But she sorta sniffed at this and she rang off shortly thereafter.
I think she is offended.
I told all this to the paramour yesterday while he was chopping up bits of chicken.
'What do you make of it?' I asked as he flung some fat to the cats who were lined up behind him.
'Does she believe in hobbits too?'
'Of course not.' I said.
'Are you sure?'
'Well, there you go.'
There I go what? I thought as I set the table.
This is bizarre to me. She believes it.
And that is, apparently, that.
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